That week forth hadn't gone to my luck as it did on Friday. Well, the next week now that I think about it. Not that they would for weeks after that. Still, oil continually was added to the flames every single time I managed to find Elizabeth alone with Beck. I shook my head, knowing that the Canadian only did it to show me that Elizabeth was nice when he was only ale to because... I always wondered how oblivious he was.
Nevertheless, I tried to ignore them as I pondered for ways to... well I didn't know what to do to be frankly honest. Now, I know exactly what I should have done as I lay here in my bed. I feel my breath quicken through a small chuckle as arms instinctively wrap around me.
I remember a week or two after I was kicked out of Beck's RV, and I was just on my roof, sitting. Brows furrowed above glaring eyes that gazed sourly at the stars, recalling what had set me off that day. My knuckles still hurt, small cuts on the edges of them. As my left hand absentmindedly stroked the other, I sighed as I regrettably remembered my Saturday detention.
-o0o-
Teeth fused together tightly as I heard familiar cocky steps reach behind me. That day wasn't at a very good start anyway. At 3:00 sharp I woke up in a cold sweat, seemingly bolting away from a dark monster towards a locked cage before my eyes flung open and my back stood straight.
"What do you want now?" I hiss, barely in a whisper.
"Just walking to my class now. And," Elizabeth began as she started to pass, "it seems I'm better in bed... According to Beck anyway." My locker slammed shut, a pair of scissors falling off. I bend down and pick them up before stabbing them back in place, accidentally cutting myself in the middle of my palm while at it. Cursing at my uncontrollable impulses, I stopped immediately and watched as Tori strode by.
My anger, for a moment, as extinguished by a longing flame, before realizing that I still had a long ways to go. Vega had gotten worse as the weeks went on, snapping at anyone who accidentally crosses her path too closely to lashing out at anyone who tried to talk trash in her face. At that point, though she never did anything if you didn't give her a reason, everybody learned just to move out of the way and let her go about her own business. Gone was the Vega who allowed people to brush past her while she dodged in between the halls. Gone was the Vega who accepted requests for advice or small conversations. Gone were those gentle, warm eyes.
Every night I would sit around and think about all the things I missed about those eyes, all the small details that were unconsciously engraved into my memory. In hindsight, I should have seen this coming... Well, no. Not really. I should have known there was more to those eyes. While they accepted the light from the surrounding atmosphere, her eyes always had a dark grey rimming the brown; almost as if it was a mark of what had been seen before.
The bell shrieked, bidding me the obnoxious warning of the last period of the day. I sat down in the back, as usual, and fumbled around my things. My eyes widened slightly, gazing at my 'journal-thing' that had been snatched instead of the notebook for this class. "And I like this damned class too," I mutter under my breath before my eyes found the white board, "And we're taking notes today. Just great."
My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth before the creative writing teacher strolled in. Once the five minute introduction speech was done (he absolutely loved hearing his own voice) my arms switched and he finally called on me. "Yes Jade?" he said in his low, practiced voice.
"I accidentally grabbed the wrong notebook, could I-"
"Go on right ahead. You should be good though, I need to give the introduction to the power point."
I rolled my eyes as the door closed behind me, mumbling, "Of course you do." Once my locker slammed shut I strode over towards my class, black notebook in hand. Before I completely walked out of the main hall, the girl's restroom door flung open and Vega stalked out, looking livid. Seconds after her, Elizabeth strutted out, obviously not done with their business. Instinctively I stepped sideways behind a wall, watching them closely.
"Tori! We're finished with this conversation, you didn't answer my question," Elizabeth grinned, circling halted steps.
Vega glared at her, no emotion showing as she quietly thumbed her index finger. "I don't fucking care what you do to me, I don't care what you do. Just don't bring anyone else into this."
"Too late for that now is it? See Beck's already up my ass and Jade... well, she's soon going to crumble like you did," she sneered back, chuckling as Tori stepped forward warningly.
"Hurt her and I swear to God you'll-"
"What?" Elizabeth snapped viciously as she cut off Vega, stepping dangerously close to her, "Sue me? Beat me to a pulp? Come on Tori, you should have learned by now." Footsteps were heard off in the distance and Vega spun around suddenly for her class while Elizabeth watched her, pleased. As she left, my mind spun so quickly that I felt slightly sick.
I shook my head lightly then headed straight for class before anything else would happen. Once there, however, I felt a pang in my gut that this wouldn't end well. At the start, the notes went well, though it seemed that someone had disrupted one of the teacher's speeches. I wouldn't have known until he snapped at me to pay attention while I focused on more recent things. That didn't happen once, however, but three times. Two more times of me not noticing I had slipped into my subconscious.
Though as I looked around, other people had been in their own heads while I was weeded out. Of course, since I was the one who somewhat halted the presentation once I stepped in. Within a few mere moments of looking around, he bellowed, "West, what social life that you may not have interrupts my teaching?"
For a split second I just gawk at him before snapping, "A lot of things, actually, that my life has that yours can only dream of." Around the room people stared at me with a mixture of fear and praise, as if I gave them a gift.
"What was that West?" his eyebrow raised. When I explained that I liked this class, it was on the subject not the teacher. Knowing this, I just rolled my eyes and muttered, "An answer to your question."
"Now will you let me go back to teaching while you go to the principal's office."
"And what if I just leave?" I questioned, wanting to just go home and prepare Halloween plans for the following night.
"Then come here for Saturday detention." All I did was shrug, gather my things and kicked my chair into the desk.
"See you on Saturday then," I mumbled, giving a false pleasant smile. Once at my car, I felt a buzz flood through my body as I saw Tori jog out of the school doors. My head followed my gaze, which turned as the half-Latina left the school grounds. To this day I thought it was strange that we ditched school at the same time.
Shaking my head slightly, I drive straight towards the closest coffee shop and wolfed down a horrible, plain drink. Still, even with my grimace I ordered another to take with me. Though as the gravel driveway crunched under my tires, I sipped the last of my drink, feeling the flooding warmth drown in curing flames at the pit of my stomach.
I shifted my legs before climbing out and shutting the door with a satisfying 'bang'. My breathing increased slightly as I felt a familiar prickling sensation in my bra and I looked around for any other cars; there were none besides mine at the manor. I was home alone, which made sense since I was supposed to be at school.
"Fuck you Mr. Franks," I muttered quietly as I opened the front door. Immediately I bolted to my room and shut the door to fill the empty noise in the house, adding my dropping bag to the mix as well. I had grown to love and admire that house, yet hate it's lonesome quiet atmosphere that gave frequent goose-bumps.
My mind slowly filled with excited instinct as I made my way under my covers, feeling a sense of safety and privacy. For a couple of minutes, I just lay there, feeling the warmth engulf my senses. I begin to feel my body shake slightly, begging me to just rip off everything I wore. My eyes closed as I sighed, a hand straying down my pants.
Once they were unbuttoned, I gasped once I felt cool fingertips touch my center. As I toyed with myself, my left reached under my shirt and found an already hardened nipple. Any rational thought escaped quickly as I began to picture Tori in front of me, teasing herself like I was.
I couldn't comprehend the amount of juice was already coating my fingers as they slipped in and out, grinding against my clit. A sudden thought rushed through my mind, and my mind went wild. Soon, my shit and pants were torn off, undergarments following shortly after. I still shook from the initial need for pleasure, and I searched hungrily for a pillow.
Finding a spare one, I gaze at it and frown slightly. "You'll do for now," I mutter huskily, setting it down under the sheets. I prepare myself, giving one last tease of my fingers before I straddled it. Immediately I gave a throaty moan as I imagined Vega underneath me, looking up hungrily. My hips began to grind against the pillow, and I grasped the sheets around me for some sort of support.
I felt the cloth touching my wet lips begin to soak, and I grin mischievously to no one in particular. My body pushed against the pillow, and moans began to stream out as a hand snakes it's way down to help. Within minutes I finally breathed a weak 'Tori' before collapsing as waves pulsed throughout my body. With the covers over me I began to tear up, ashamed with myself for fucking a pillow pretending it was Vega. Ashamed that I absolutely loved it.
Reaching beside my bed I yank a shirt off the floor and tugged it on, and went to sleep. As suspected, Peggy did come by and found my napping and went off to do other chores.
-o0o-
The black, demonic dragon was no where to be found, but I sat next to a large cage anxiously. For a few minutes I stood there, feeling the cold, hard floor against my bare feet, worried that I would be yanked inside. Although, my gaze shifted to a large padlock and my eyebrows knit together. "The hell? Why am I-" The sentence hadn't finished as I blinked and jerked, finding myself with the cage behind a stage, a huge purple curtain in front of us.
Us, meaning me and the soul whimpering hoarsely in the trap. I took a step forward, curious of the creature when a low, bone trembling snarl erupted from the dark corner of the cold bars. I jump hurriedly before I stepped back into my original position. Suddenly, white glaring eyes glared menacingly at me, warningly.
I don't take the hint though, purposely mind you, and step forward, flashing a light that appeared on the ground when I thought about needing it. Right as the orange flashlight's glow hit the creature, it hurled itself forward and into the bars, claws thrashing themselves towards me. I let out a shriek as I saw a raven haired, long legged wolf/fox creature. Immediately I'm hypnotized by it. While many would surely run away, I noted the shackles on it's hind legs, the scratches along it's back. Even with all of these horrifying details, the white eyes gleam, matching the silky fur.
I wanted to save it, and I started to pull on the lock. But there was no success. I stared at the flashlight frantically and began to hammer it at the lock, cringing at the horrendous metal scraps. "I'm sorry, I-I can't... I made the flashlight come to me but-but I can't... I can't open it," I sobbed at the creature, feeling a throbbing sensation in my chest. It gazed at me with unfeeling eyes, yet it didn't snarl or growl.
A clicking noise sounded next to me and my eyes widened as I watched a ghost-like key open the lock. Yet when the lock dropped, it shattered while the solid one remained. I watched as the creature walk through the solid bars as ghost metal opened, and she stared at me.
My head cocked to the side as I stood confused, sensing a hesitant stare beside me while my eyes registered a smoke-like version of the creature in front of me. My arm reached out cautiously to let it take my scent when it suddenly whipped out it's claws and cut into my left forearm. I let out a yell, sinking to my knees, watching as deep red blood drips fluently from the long cut in my arm. Eyes watered, I look up at the creature, hurt in it's eyes before it bolts off. My brows narrow as my head turns, watching as the solid creature almost raises it's eyebrow questioningly.
-o0o-
I sit straight up, chills racing though my body while I felt a drop sliding down on the side of my face. As my breathing went down, I pulled some loose pants up before climbing through the window and sitting, not having any intention for a smoke. In a furious impulse I punch the wall before gasping in pain, watching as some fresh cuts start to bleed, matching the angry skin around it.
As my hand thumbed over my right, I absentmindedly sit there for hours, eventually leaving as the sun came up.